So I had a root canal today. (And I found out that I am likely to need two more soon). One of our cars has died, so we have to likely buy another. I have to take R to the doctor today because he dislocated his hand this past weekend. He also cut himself badly enough to need stitches the weekend before. On election day, I knocked a chef's knife off the counter directly into the top of my foot. Prop 8 passed, so now our friends can't get married. (By the way, fuck the Mormons).
What exactly is with us? The past three months have been pretty crap-tas-tic, if you ask me.
I need some good stuff soon. Tell me lovely stories, magical happy lies, please. I'd like to ignore life a little bit, if you don't mind.
Thanks.
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This is the problem that confronts us every year when it comes time for the annual Christmas Letter. (Yes, it is a Christmas Letter -- Beth's tradition, Beth's cards. Beth's idea.) Bad stuff happens to us, and we can't very well tell the world about it because it will make us seem completely pathetic. So we make up, as you say, "pretty little lies." We focus myopically on the good that has happened -- visits from the parents (no problems there!), interesting work projects (never mind that they're vanishing), moments of contemplation of the sky and the beauty of nature (with 10-micron particles in the air, the sunsets are pink and free!) And, every year, it works. People are incredibly grateful not to be saddled with our problems, to have our lives turned into a cheerful little aesthetic experience they don't have to be concerned with.
So, you can do it, too. Tell yourself that you have always wanted to have a little white line of scar tissue tattooed on your foot, that you will revel in new car smell or the canned stuff, that it's that time in life when you send money back to the Tooth Fairy to help millions of children with tooth loss.
Seriously, though, you have my profound sympathies. The Bad Stuff we know about will happen in January and February, and we're not looking forward to it.
It's good to remind yourself in the good times and the bad times that it is all temporary. Just ride it out, you'll get good times again soon!
Ah yes, it comes in waves my friend. All I can say is hold on to the good stuff and "f" the bad. Think of it this way, you could be living in a tenement in CPT!
Thank you both- you have no idea how nice it was to read both of your comments. I have had a bad couple of months, it is true, but I am also profoundly lucky. I have a wonderful spouse, I live in a country that just elected Obama, and I have one beautiful special daughter, with another on her way. In re-reading this post I felt rather churlish and whiny.
But still, a root canal at 8 months pregnant? Lame.
(But thank you both for the validation. It really made me feel better).
I'm sorry, Jaimee. I miss the mark on blog comments sometimes; as Roy Bauer says, I'm "tone deaf."
Like the other posters, I think that you have a lot going for you, and I think you will prevail.
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